The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1887-05-17
NOT SO STRANGE.
Why a Breton Woman Was Wild
With Despair.

Two American boys stood in the door
of hotel in Brittany, watching with
discontinued faces the low-hanging
clouds, and the trees on the opposite
hills bowling before a stiff northwest
wind-the storm-wind of Brittany.
1.-The sea is too rough" said Rob, dis
consolately.
Not at ALL" replied Frank. 81
think we can CO."
Surely, Frank, you will not attempt
it. You must see that we are in for q
northwestern storm. 1t will be blowing
great guns out of sea-"
Robert and Frank Hewlin were MEM
bers of an American family who had
been spending year in rapid travel
over the face of Europe. Having been
In all the celebrated cities, they were
now settled for the summer in this
quietest and tiniest of Breton villages,
Pont Arot.
Tothe two boys, the change from sight
seeing and life on trains was delightful.
Once more they could be boys, and, as
Rob said, there were few things, such
as trees and TROUT, which were not of
the thirteenth century" But of all
the pleasures of the change, none
equalized that afforded by boating.
They had not handled sail nor row.
boat since they left their New Bedford
home, and therefore the Arot, filled
with craft of all sizes and varieties,
was to them an irresistible attraction.
Their father had given them boat, q
little beauty, fresh from the docks of
St Malo; but in giving it, he had made
1t condition of his gift that they
should never cross the bar at the mouth
of the river, unless Joseph" an ex-
perienced sailor, was with them.
The boys had been especially anxious
TO try their boat, the Star, on the open
sea, but Joseph had been busy with q
''land job" (which seemed endless to
the boys. They had grown tired of
waiting for him, and so wearied Mr..
Hewlin with their entreaties to be al
lowed to go out alone, that finally he
yielded acknowledgements, with the
provision that if, on reaching the har-
Dor, they found the surf high, they
would not attempt to cross the bar.
As they sailed, the grassy hills grew
more and more bare, and gradually
there was change to rugged masses
OF granite, which at the rivers mouth
lowered cliff on cliff high above the
blue beauty Of the Bay of Biscay.
Drawing near the mouth, they could
see the open waters, and right before
them the bar, marked by a double line
OF white breakers. A glxnce sufficedN
to show them that the passagewas inn
possible. Lets land on that little
beach to the right" said Rob.
They were obliged to take to their
oars in order to land, and this was eff
fected with much difficulty. Cold, wet
and hungry, they rowed against wind
and tide, until at last, when their arms
seemed ready to drop out, they came to
the sandy beach. Above the beach were
cliffs.
Their first care was 30 make fire of
the driftwood which they hastily col
lected, but their second thought was
for the lunch basket. They had ham to
cook and eggs to boil and they went
vigorously to work, first having spread
their wet jackets before the blaze. The
edge of their appetites was keen. Sell
dom had d lunch tasted so good. Bob
was just beginning on his fiftrdough-
nut-think of doughnuts in France
when they were startled by shrill call
from above them.
Turning, they saw woman standing
at the top of the nearest cliff, screaming
to them with all her strength, waving
her arms wildly and pointing out to
sea with gestures of despair. They fol-
lowed the direction of her hand, but
saw only the waves rising and falling,
only the surf beating on the ban Again
and again the woman caHed and beck
oned to them; again and again they
looked blankfy towards the horizon,
then. seeing that she was not under
stood, she began TO climb down the side
Of the cliff.